Snake really was hard to miss. Dinah picked him out easily, though she was almost sorry she had. He was clutching a beer, a gun at his hip. Not exactly the positive influence she could hope for, but there was little to be done at this point. She'd promised Jake that she would include Snake in their night out and that she would give him a fair chance.
At the very least, she did mostly trust Jake's judgment. He'd shown an uncanny knack for figuring people out, whether as a result of his gift or possibly just something that was innate to him.
"Snake?" she asked as she came to a stop just beside the man. She put on a slightly forced smile. "I'm Dinah, Jake's foster mom."